I frowned.
The company wasn't one I'd hired.
The letter didn't identify who requested the inspection.
And it contained no laboratory results.
I contacted the listed telephone number.
A receptionist answered.
When I asked who commissioned the report, she told me the inquiry had come through the homeowners association.
I requested the name of the person who authorized the work.
She hesitated.
Then said she'd need to ask her supervisor.
I waited.
After several minutes, the supervisor came on the line and explained that the letter wasn't a final finding. It was a preliminary notification based on information supplied by a client.
I asked whether anyone had collected a water sample from my pool.
He said he couldn't confirm that.
I thanked him.
Then contacted my attorney.
We requested the underlying records.
The response was vague.
But the timing concerned me.
The president had been ordered to stay out of my backyard.
Now she was trying to build a record suggesting my pool needed intervention.
I hired an independent pool-service company to inspect the system and document its ordinary operating condition.
The technician arrived on a Tuesday morning.
He was a middle-aged man with more than twenty years of experience maintaining residential and commercial pools.
I explained that someone had raised concerns about contamination and that I wanted a careful assessment without making assumptions.
He reviewed the equipment, examined the maintenance logs, and performed the routine checks appropriate to the service.
He found no obvious operating problem.
The water was clear.
The circulation system was functioning.
And the equipment was in normal condition.
He explained that ordinary pool-service checks couldn't establish the absence of every possible biological hazard, but nothing he observed supported the vague emergency claims in the letter.
I appreciated his precision.
He wasn't pretending to know more than he'd tested.
I asked him to prepare a written report describing what he actually examined.
He agreed.
Then he looked toward the rear fence.
"Has somebody been messing with your equipment?"
I frowned.
"What makes you ask?"
He pointed toward the cabinet.
"There are fresh marks around the exterior latch."
I looked closer.
The metal showed slight scratches near the handle.
They weren't conclusive evidence of tampering.
But I'd seen the president inspecting the cabinet during her previous unauthorized visit.
I felt a familiar uneasiness.
Then I asked whether the equipment itself showed any signs of damage.
The technician said he didn't see a clear problem, but recommended preserving the photographs and monitoring the system.
I agreed.
After he left, I checked the camera coverage again.
The pool was supposed to be a place where my family relaxed.